Old and New

feels like a candle wick, a slow burn inside the soul

melts away the hard wax like a protective armor into a liquid flow state

As it sinks further down, the higher it gets

only a gust of wind can snuff it out like a breath of air coming out of the water

A new candle can burn for hours, but an old candle looses its wick faster

The fire inside feels indefinite as my old wick falls off

showing the metal core holding it together at the bottom of the jar

Empty with no wax left, bare and a smokey rim

shambles

As a new candle is being lit